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c10a2ca
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Where does love go when it dies? Into flowers and other beautiful things? Back out into the universe to be recycled?
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love
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Marian Keyes |
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da9ecac
|
"To love somebody is not just a strong feeling -- it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise," writes psychologist Erich Fromm. "If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision?"
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love
marriage
promises
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Ada Calhoun |
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7d1ce2c
|
"Equality today means "sameness" rather than "oneness"." --
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love
richfromm
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Erich Fromm |
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ad256da
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Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an orientation of character which determines the relatedness of a person to the world as a whole, not toward one 'object' of love. If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to the rest of his fellow men, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.
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humanism
love
relationship
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Erich Fromm |
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c92ee80
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it is the responsibility of free men to trust and celebrate what is constant--birth, struggle, and death are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so--and to apprehend the nature of change, to be able and willing to change.
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death
love
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James Baldwin |
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f657b91
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Hate yearned to destroy and sought to forget, but love could not. Love strove creatively towards days that had yet to come.
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hate
love
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Richard Wright |
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d18b11c
|
But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine.
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depression
love
mania
mental-health
mental-illness
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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ea3e7c6
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Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.
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|
fighting
jealous
jealousy
love
salman-rushdie
the-satanic-verses
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Salman Rushdie |
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cff571a
|
For here you were, Big James, named for me--you were a big baby, I was not--here you were, to be loved. To be loved, baby, hard, at once, and forever, to strengthen you against the loveless world.
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|
black-history
love
loveless
strength
world
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James Baldwin |
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1e5f9fe
|
Even if I be likened to a rat, I do not care, provided that that particular rat be wanted by you, and be of use in the world, and be retained in its position, and receive its reward. But what a rat it is!
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|
love
self-worth
simplicity
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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8f45b5e
|
"They say, the sun brings life to the world. The sun will rise and look is it not a corpse? Everything is dead and there are corpses everywhere. Just people and around them silence__that is the world! "Love one another"__who said that? Whose command is that? The pendulum swings unfeelingly, antagonistically. It's two o'clock at night. Her slippers are standing by her bed, as if waiting for her.... No, seriously, when they take her away tomorrow, what shall I do?"
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|
death-of-a-loved-one
life-lessons
love
regret
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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8b00033
|
No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has fallen, Giovanni, if he feels anything will feel relief.
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|
declaration-of-love
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
love
never-again
one-and-only
one-true-love
relief
sad
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James Baldwin |
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2b5d175
|
Shakespeare is to me the purest voice of nature, and he does no meddle with nature. His plays provide us with the greatest variety of erotic expression, and with Shakespeare eros is the proper term to use.
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love
shakespeare
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Allan Bloom |
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3d4484f
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I suggest that we need a generation or two not of theory but of an attempt to discover the real phenomena of eros.
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friendship
love
|
Allan Bloom |
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59630c1
|
I stare down into her eyes, smoky and glistening in the light stealing through the window. Eyes you can fall into and keep falling. She isn't the mother of my son, she isn't my wife, we haven't made a life together, but I love her all the same, and not jsut the version of Daniela that exists in my head, in my history. I love the physical woman underneath me in this bed here and now, wherever this is, because it's the same arrangement of matter--same eyes, same voice, same smell, same taste... It isn't married-people lovemaking that follows. We have fumbling, groping, backseat-of-the-car, unprotected-because-who-gives-a-fuck, protons-smashing-together sex.
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|
love
mate
partner
sex
wife
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Blake Crouch |
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bda738e
|
We leave this life the same way that we enter it, totally alone, bereft.
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|
children
love
marriage
parallel-universes
science
thriller
|
Blake Crouch |
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391cdd1
|
And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. I love you, Grandma.
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love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
|
12cc84a
|
Let me have your abyss.
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|
love
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Wisława Szymborska |
|
8d17d0b
|
Life is hard, so what? It's hard for everyone, isn't it? Anyone who says it's easy is a liar.
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|
love
rosie
|
Cecelia Ahern |
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43755c2
|
I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of all I find that I love. In order to get some of it down I have to love... too much of your life will be lost, its meaning lost, unless you approach it as much through love as through hate.
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love
meaning
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Ralph Ellison |
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c254671
|
How little it takes to make a young girl happy! A pretty dress, sunshine, and somebody opposite, and they are blest.
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|
happiness
life
love
naivete
pretty-little-things
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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619b6dd
|
He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
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|
beauty
face
female
feminine
love
nudity
romance
romantic
sex
sexy
sweet
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1dc2fd1
|
It actually felt harder, not easier, to be with people. The toughest challenge was my face; maintaining a 'normal' expression was utterly exhausting.
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|
life
love
moving-on
sad
wife
|
Marian Keyes |
|
3a4192b
|
"You tormented
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love
|
Federico García Lorca |
|
7851f1c
|
I had deluded myself throughout by the idea of reviving a secret love which did not exist at all.
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|
iris-murdoch
love
secret-love
the-sea-the-sea
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
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213bd41
|
But this I have lived five thousand years to learn. Power is as cold as forgotten ashes. Only my love can keep alive the memory of my daughter, the stories of Ray, Arturo, Yaksha, and most of all the grace of Krishna.
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|
christopher-pike
creatures-of-forever
grace
love
memories
power
the-last-vampire
thirst
|
Christopher Pike |
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0a2ada8
|
"Daydreaming had spun in her head a book-length "soon-to-be" affair with Percy. He would call her when she returned home, ask her out, pick her up in a Porsche, take her to an expensive restaurant and order lobster, then to the theater, kissing her passionately in his leather upholstered seats afterwards, promising that he would see her the following day, and the day after that. She was still working on the castle-in-the-sky and the happily-ever-after chapters. It was incredible the material an innocent, half-hour conversation could generate."
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love
romance
|
Christopher Pike |
|
abee3b8
|
Every fall into love is the triumph of hope over self-knowledge
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|
essays
idealization
love
on-love
philosophy
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Alain de Botton |
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5b5a2aa
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When she had thus for a while struck the flint on her heart without getting a spark, incapable, moreover, of understanding what she did not experience as of believing anything that did not present itself in conventional forms she persuaded herself without difficulty that Charles's passion was nothing very exorbitant.
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|
lack-of-love
love
restlessness
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Gustave Flaubert |
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de61940
|
I was always moved when mean people were suddenly nice to me. It was a weakness that would lead me into some bad relationships later in life.
|
|
bad
canada
life
love
montréal
pg-76
relationships
thirteen
weakness
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Heather O'Neill |
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787746b
|
I know he is afraid of that desert which would be around him if our love were to end, but he can't realize that I feel exactly the same. What he says aloud I say to myself silently and write it here. What can one build in the desert? Sometimes after a day when we have made love many times, I wonder whether it isn't possible to come to an end of sex, and I know that he is wondering too and is afraid of that point where the desert begins. What do we do in the desert if we lose each other? How does one go on living after that?
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love
love-ending
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Graham Greene |
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388a851
|
I'd never before been infatuated with someone living, someone real.
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|
fangirl-humor
first-love
love
puppy-love
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Gail Carson Levine |
|
0da2aa2
|
Why had this good-looking moll chosen this effeminate buffoon, they all wanted to know. But Jimmy understood why immediately. Because he allowed her to be free.
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love
|
Heather O'Neill |
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61f1d0b
|
Does love survive? Yes, I thought, somewhere in some place it is saved and made sacred.
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|
christopher-pike
love
remember-me
remember-me-2
sacred
spiritualism
the-return
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Christopher Pike |
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3e88669
|
Y con animo sombrio penso en que aun estaba muy lejos de llegar a algo con una chica si solo pretendia idolatrarla y despues morir noblemente por ella.
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|
humor
love
|
Thomas Brussig |
|
e96f218
|
Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.
|
|
dejah-thoris
john-carter
love
passionate
passionate-love
romance
romantic
sad
|
Edgar Rice Burroughs |
|
2a48fda
|
I was conscious, then, of a different ache, deeper and more sharp than the feeling of bereavement that a hangover will sometimes uncover in the heart.
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|
love
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Michael Chabon |
|
9dc2c37
|
The same virtues, in the end, the same virtue (love), are required throughout, and fantasy (self) can prevent us from seeing a blade of grass just as it can prevent us from seeing another person. An increasing awareness of 'goods' and the attempt (usually only partially successful) to attend to them purely, without self, brings with it an increasing awareness of the unity and interdependence of the moral world. One-seeking intelligence is the image of faith.
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|
fantasy
good
illusion
intellect
love
self
unity
vision
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
375eb56
|
Your love for me does not exist in the real world. Yes, it is love, I do not deny it. But not every love has a course to run, smooth or otherwise, and this love has no course at all . . . But that is remote from love and remote from ordinary life. As real people we do not exist for each other.
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|
figurative-language
impossible-love
iris-murdoch
love
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
91ed41e
|
Perhaps no one really knows us who does not know the way we laugh.
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|
laughter
love
|
Valeria Luiselli |
|
b21f276
|
Once a partner has begun to lose interest, there is apparently little the other can do to arrest the process. Like seduction, withdrawal suffers under a blanket of reticence. The very breakdown of communication is hard to discuss, unless both parties have a desire to see it restored. This leaves the lover in a desperate situation. Honest dialogue seems to produce only irritation and smothers love in the attempt to revive it. Desperate to woo the partner back at any cost, the lover might at this point be tempted to turn to romantic terrorism, the product of irredeemable situations, a gamut of tricks (sulking, jealousy, guilt) that attempt to force the partner to return love, by blowing up (in fits of tears, rage or otherwise) in front of the loved one. The terroristic partner knows he cannot realistically hope to see his love reciprocated, but the futility of something is not always (in love or in politics) a sufficient argument against it. Certain things are said not because they will be heard, but because it is important to speak.
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|
love
partner
sad
|
Alain de Botton |
|
35a01e6
|
Phillipa blew out her breath. Running a finger along the soft flower petals, she unfolded the note. For Phillipa, she read to herself, She snorted.
|
|
love
note
|
Suzanne Enoch |
|
8dc3429
|
"Accepting the presidency, Barack introduces "my best friend of sixteen years, the love of my life, Michelle Obama" and I think I will pass out. That, right there, is love in action."
|
|
love
president
|
Emma Forrest |
|
2e424ef
|
It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.
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|
friendship
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
684f41b
|
I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!
|
|
love
revelation
sorrow
|
Robin Hobb |
|
7c1817c
|
It seemed that out of every tear of a martyr new confessors were born, and that every groan on the arena found an echo in thousands of breasts. Caesar was swimming in blood, Rome and the whole pagan world was mad. But those who had had enough of transgression and madness, those who were trampled upon, those whose lives were misery and oppression, all the weighed down, all the sad, all the unfortunate, came to hear the wonderful tidings of God, who out of love for men had given Himself to be crucified and redeem their sins. When they found a God whom they could love, they had found that which the society of the time could not give any one, -- happiness and love.
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|
hope
love
nero
tyranny
|
Henryk Sienkiewicz |
|
e87e368
|
Michael doesn't flinch. 'You can't know,' he says quietly, 'how much you truly love something until it's gone.' 'That's not fair,' I say as I tremble. 'No one said it would be. He tests you, Benji, and he tests Calliel for a supremely simple reason. You are tested because if you aren't, how could you know what you believe in?'
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|
belief
faith
love
|
T.J. Klune |
|
7b5b71e
|
Such kindness wasn't a gift but a goad, scraping against one's skin like a yoke of thorns. She would have preferred him stiff, defensive, even offensive.
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|
kindness
love
men
pride
|
Lauren Willig |
|
0e4e81b
|
I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn't understand their love, that was a new one. The more I thought about it the longer the shadow of doubt stretched over all my conclusions. More often than not, things were as they seemed. But as I stared at her, she wasn't as bad looking as I had once thought. I realized how all this time I had seen her the wrong way, and how one's character affects one's appearance. Although she wasn't my type she was attractive. As I thought about her - the vulnerable intelligence, the violent honesty, and the fact that in the entire city she was the only one who took me in and fed me - she became more and more irresistible. Baited by an obscure beauty, trapped by an intense sorrow - all prior definitions had been overruled: this was love.
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|
love
new-york-city
|
Arthur Nersesian |
|
3c78923
|
"You've obviously never been in love." "I have actually. And . And--always--without hope--I've never had my love reciprocated ever."
|
|
in-love
iris-murdoch
love
painful
sad
the-black-prince
unreciprocated-love
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
58c91fb
|
"Well, I didn't really know what to say. So maybe I should say that I have thought about you and I like you, I like seeing you, I care for you and maybe I love you too. And the next time if you tell me you love me, I'll--" She stopped.
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|
fiction
love
|
Colm Tóibín |
|
a47cbc3
|
She wears a freedom ring in one ear, you know, the earring that Chalcedean freed-slaves must purchase and wear to prove they have been granted their freedom. I asked her once if she had bought her freedom, or if it had belonged to her mother. She was quiet for a time, and then said it was a gift from her one true love.
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|
love
rache
|
Robin Hobb |
|
1fdaf2d
|
His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. Beloved. He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool.
|
|
death
fitz
fool
love
nighteyes
sorrow
together
whole
|
Robin Hobb |
|
75781a1
|
Trample! It was to be trampled on by men that I was born into this world. It was to share men's pain that I carried my cross.
|
|
faith
love
|
Shūsaku Endō |
|
98756c2
|
I know girls aren't supposed to tell, but I've got to tell--just in case you should fail to love me because you never knew how much I loved you. I want not to have to say later--I wish I'd told him.
|
|
declaration-of-love
gender-roles
henry-and-cato
if-only
iris-murdoch
love
romance
romantic-love
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
9a1f428
|
Altitude reduces all things to their relative proportions, and to the truth. Cares, remorse, disgust become strangers: How easily indifference, contempt, forgetfulness drop away...and forgiveness descends.
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|
love
|
Julian Barnes |
|
aff24b1
|
Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
|
|
gazing
holding-hands
iris-murdoch
irrevocable
love
romance
romantic
the-black-prince
touch
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
4156a85
|
and more important, did he love me as much as he once loved me?
|
|
love
|
Emily Giffin |
|
c7741a3
|
"It's my letter," she began. "I cannot make it right." "Come in, come in," the Prince said gently. "Maybe we can help you." She sat down in the same chair as before. "All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me." " 'Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' " She looked at Humperdinck. "Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?" "It does seem a bit forward," the Prince admitted. "It doesn't leave him a great deal of room to maneuver."
|
|
humor
letters
love
melancholy
|
William Goldman |
|
388c5b7
|
I wonder if I'm being disloyal, if being with Didier means I'm forgetting about Jones. But every time I go in a drain, or past a church, I think of him. Every time I see a can of Coke, I think of Jones. And don't even start me on how I feel when I see department-store Santas. A girl doesn't forget a guy like Jones in a big hurry. Even ow, when none of us are front-page news any longer, he's always in my head. My name is Dodie. Doe - as in don't change a thing (well, a couple of things I'd change). Dee - as in delighted to have known you, Sebastian Worthington Jones. Dodie Farnshaw.
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|
dodie
jones
love
|
Gabrielle Williams |
|
4596bba
|
All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face...
|
|
frustration
love
romance
self-pity
|
Raymond E. Feist |
|
bdbdf53
|
She had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.
|
|
heartbreak
loss
love
melancholy
pain
sorrow
suffering
|
William Goldman |
|
59e5eb5
|
Thus the Government of our Virtue was broken and I exchang'd the Place of Friend for that unmusical harsh-sounding Title of Whore.
|
|
innocence
love
sexuality
|
Daniel Defoe |
|
194f760
|
I tended to be skeptical of anything that couldn't be measured, written down, and independently verified across a series of double-blind tests. But this was hard data. Lola's heart beat fastest for me.
|
|
love
science
|
Max Barry |
|
a9a470f
|
It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.
|
|
endings
love
love-hurts
love-quotes
|
Abigail Thomas |
|
42e3cb3
|
She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.
|
|
depression
lonely
lose
love
sad
weak
|
Caroline B. Cooney |
|
7955164
|
Lies in meinen Augen, was ich dir nicht alles sagen kann.
|
|
love
soul-mates
|
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing |
|
ef32482
|
Meeks was telling him about the value of work. He said that it had been his personal experience that if you wanted to get ahead, you had to work. He said this was the law of life and it was no way to get around it because it was inscribed on the human heart like love thy neighbour. He said these two laws were the team that worked together to make the world go round and that any individual who wanted to be a success and win the pursuit of happiness, that was all he needed to know.
|
|
love
work
|
Flannery O'Connor |
|
da9bfc8
|
L'amore e una faccenda intima strana e piena di contraddizioni, visto che non di rado amiamo qualcuno solo perche amiamo noi stessi, per egoismo, avidita, desiderio fisico, brama di dominare l'oggetto d'amore e asservirlo; o al contrario, per desiderio di asservirci e essere dominati dal nostro amante, e in fondo l'amore assomiglia all'odio e gli e piu prossimo di quanto non si pensi normalmente.
|
|
jewish
love
love-and-hate
love-hurts
love-quotes
philosophical
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
religion
|
Amos Oz |
|
c682f6b
|
Half the time he seems autistic, the rest of the time he's like a lizard jacked full of lithium and speed. These things do not promote love in most of us.
|
|
autistic
lithium
lizard
love
politicians
speed
spider-jerusalem
|
Warren Ellis |
|
e107e02
|
"If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days," he said, his voice slow and deep and intent. "I would use my mouth on you, until no part of your skin went untouched, and I would make you come, over and over again until you could stand no more, and then I'd let you sleep in my arms until you were rested and then I would start all over again. I would kiss your wounds, I would drink your tears, I could make love to you in ways that haven't even been invented yet. I would make love to you in fields of flowers and under starry skies, where there is no death or pain or sorrow. I would show you things you haven't even dreamed of, and there would be no one in the world but you and me, between your legs, in your mouth, everywhere." She stared at him, eyes wide. "Breathe," he said softly, with a self-deprecating smile, and she realized she'd been holding her breath."
|
|
love
romance
|
Anne Stuart |
|
38ff5e4
|
Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
|
|
fugitive-slave
heroism
love
risk
slavery
|
Harriet Beecher Stowe |
|
dd665c6
|
For two nights Felicite never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she noticed that the child's face had gone yellow, the lips were turning blue, the nose looked sharper, and the eyes were sunken. She kissed them several times, and would not have been particularly surprised if Virginie had opened them again: to minds like hers the supernatural is a simple matter. She laid her out, wrapped her in a shroud, put her in her coffin, placed a wreath on her, and spread out her hair. It was fair and amazingly long for her age. Felicite cut off a big lock, half of which she slipped into her bosom, resolving never to part with it.
|
|
love
superstition
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
982ddf2
|
One that society can't forgive, but I can.
|
|
compassion
confess
forgivable
friendship
grace
healing
heartache
kindness
life
love
surrender
truth
unforgiven
|
Dennis Lehane |
|
38f3555
|
... con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de nino tuve al mar.
|
|
love
ocean
sea
spanish
water
waves
|
Federico García Lorca |
|
e4e55bc
|
"Know what the best thing your true love can give you is?" I asked him. "What?" said Dash. "True love."
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dash-and-lily
love
otp
true-love
twelve-days-of-christmas
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Rachel Cohn |
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f7256b7
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Like the pleasure of friendship, the pleasure in beauty is curious: it aims to understand its object, and to value what it finds.
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curious
disinterest
friendship
love
pleasure
value
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Roger Scruton |
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0f4a74b
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Her eyes opened at this sight against her will and she looked around the room almost in fear. But it was dark and shadowy, shaded by the bamboo screen at the door, the damp rush mats at the windows, the old heavy curtains and the spotted, peeling walls, and in their shade she saw how she loved him, loved Raja and Tara and all of them who had lived in this house with her. There could be no love more deep and full and wide than this one, she knew. No other love had started so far back in time and had had so much time in which to grow and spread. They were really all parts of her, inseparable, so many aspects of her as she was of them, so that the anger or the disappointment she felt in them was only the anger and disappointment she felt at herself. Whatever hurt they felt, she felt. Whatever diminished them, diminished her. What attacked them, attacked her. Nor was there anyone else on earth whom she was willing to forgive more readily or completely, or defend more instinctively and instantly. She could hardly believe, at that moment, that she would Iive on after they did or they would continue after she had ended. If such an unimaginable phenomenon could take place, then surely they would remain flawed, damaged for life. The wholeness of the pattern, its perfection, would be gone. She lay absolutely still, almost ceasing to breathe, afraid to diminish by even a breath the wholeness of that love.
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home
love
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Anita Desai |
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5d08208
|
Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.
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iris-murdoch
love
misfortune
the-message-to-the-planet
toxic-relationships
|
Iris Murdoch |
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2ff31c8
|
How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?
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desire
dramatic
howling
iris-murdoch
kiss
love
passionate-love
soul-mates
the-black-prince
|
Iris Murdoch |
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073aec2
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How fearful that dark shadow is when we catch sight of it in the life of another. No wonder those at whom that black arrow is aimed so often turn and flee. How unendurable it can be, the love another bears us. I would never persecute my darling with that dread knowledge. From now onward until the world ended everything must remain, although utterly changed, exactly as it was before.
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iris-murdoch
love
selfless
the-black-prince
unrequited-love
unspoken
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Iris Murdoch |
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620cba0
|
To say we were 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. We loved each other, we lived in each other, through each other, by each other. We were each other. Why was it such pure unadulterated pain?
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iris-murdoch
love
the-sea-the-sea
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Iris Murdoch |
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fb14f8a
|
She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.
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iris-murdoch
love
painful
pets
tenderness
the-message-to-the-planet
|
Iris Murdoch |
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e3e2821
|
I contemplated her, seeing her young bland face looking at me, now removed as if behind a gauze curtain. She quietly invited me to suffer. There was a great space now, a great silent hall in which this suffering could take place. There was no urgency now, nothing to plan, nothing to achieve. What shall I do with it, I asked her, what shall I do now with my love for you which you so terribly revived by reappearing in my life? Why did you come back, if you could not content me? What can I do now with the great useless machine of my love which has no wholesome work to do? I can do nothing for you any more, my darling. I wondered if I would be fated to live with this love, making of it a shrine which could not now be desecrated. Perhaps when I was living alone and being everyone's uncle like a celibate priest I would keep this fruitless love as my secret chapel. Could I then learn to love uselessly and unpossessively and would this prove to be the monastic mysticism which I had hoped to attain when I came away to the sea?
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|
love
the-sea-the-sea
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
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08af27f
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I want you to be able to me, and as my love for you is so much of me (all of me, making me more than myself) then you must see that too.
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henry-and-cato
identity
iris-murdoch
love
seen
self
the-beloved
|
Iris Murdoch |
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ab189fa
|
But whatever she was I loved her and was committed to her and had always been, here and out beyond the stars, those stars behind stars behind stars which I had seen that night when I lay on the rocks and the golden sky slowly turned the universe inside out.
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commitment
description
iris-murdoch
love
stars
the-sea-the-sea
unconditional-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
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0cb617c
|
"Get your sticky fingers away from my cookies," Ben ordered, without turning his head, to see Jaxton trying to steal one from the cooking tray. "You weren't saying that last night," Jaxton retaliated, coming up to Ben's side, to give him a nudge. They were both smiling, while looking down at the counter, where Ben was making his delicious rosemary cookies. "In fact, I seem to remember you grabbing my sticky fingers and putting them in your mouth," he teased, speaking quietly, so that Lyon wouldn't hear them at the other side of the room. Ben turned to Jaxton and abandoned his baking, to catch his face in flour covered hands and plant a deep kiss on his lips. Jaxton opened his mouth, in acceptance of his kiss. ~ From the Heart"
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cello
friendship
gay
lgbt
love
mm
music
notes
novel
relationship
romance
short-stories
|
Elaine White |
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6ab4652
|
Human love can be only a pale reflection of the emotion that God must feel for what He has created
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|
creation
emotions
feelings
god
human
love
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Graham Greene |
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211b5fc
|
Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the daily possibility of love dying. The nightmare of a future of boredom and indifference would lift. I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an immeasurable benefit. Oh yes, people always, everywhere, loved their enemies. It was their friends they preserved for pain and vacuity.
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love
war
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Graham Greene |
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3a5fb79
|
She hated the old woman who had twisted her so in the name of love. Most humans didn't love one another nohow, and this mislove was so strong that even common blood couldn't overcome it all the time.
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love
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Zora Neale Hurston |
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4205ebb
|
If you allow disagreements and arguments to escalate, you are making the bone of contention of whatever you are heatedly arguing about more important than your relationship.
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|
inspiration
life
love
relationships
self-help
the-laws-of-love
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Chris Prentiss |
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dca1b95
|
The events that occur in my life are workout situations. They are there for my benefit so I can become strong and gain wisdom and information by working my way through those situations.
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addiction-and-recovery
addiction-free
chris-prentiss
chris-prentiss-quotes
guilt
happiness
joy
life
love
pain
passages-malibu
passages-ventura
peace
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
wisdom
|
Chris Prentiss |
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f0584d7
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The roller coaster came to a stop and a good friend got off, but what a ride we'd taken together. It had been one hell of a trip.
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friendship
love
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Ed Catmull |
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58e48a8
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"...My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the finery of a white-faced clown. Love, sweet Love, hides under a spider. The sun, another spider, hides me under legs of gold. I will not find my fortune, for I am like Love himself,
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love
poetry
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Federico García Lorca |
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d543137
|
Que dormia, acurrucada, metiendose dentro de el, perdida en la nada al sentir que se quebraba su carne, que se abria como un surco abierto por un clavo ardoroso, luego tibio, luego dulce dando golpes duros contra su carne blanda; sumiendose mas, hasta el gemido.
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death
ghost
love
méxico
|
Juan Rulfo |
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3ee7bc7
|
For what is more lovable than failure?
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failure
friendship
love
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Mervyn Peake |
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012350f
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Whether we're forgiving our parents or someone else or ourselves, the laws of mind remain the same. As we love, we shall be released from pain and as we deny love, we shall remain in pain. Each of us have different fears and different manifestations of fear, but all of us are saved by the same technique: The call to God to save our lives by salvaging our minds. 'Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For love is the kingdom and love is the glory and love is the power, forever and forever.
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|
love
personal-growth
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Marianne Williamson |
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e8adfbd
|
But love is strange, as they used to say at the Chameleon Club. Even those of us who value intelligence over appearance have discovered, to our chagrin, that a high IQ doesn't necessarily translate into kindness or even conscience.
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love
lovers
relationships
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Francine Prose |
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d715fcc
|
Maybe real love is being able to ask, Do I have greens in my teeth?
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love
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Francine Prose |
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eac294d
|
I know, when we are young we cannot entertain the idea another's feelings can be as deep as our own. Our love is so much loftier, our pain so much more intense.
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|
feelings
love
pain
young
youth
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Raymond E. Feist |
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5268aef
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The broken pink pillars, in the half-light, might have been waiting to fall down on him: the pool, covered with green scum, its steps torn away and hanging by one rotting clamp, to close over his head. The shattered evil-smelling chapel, overgrown with weeds, the crumbling walls, splashed with urine, on which scorpions lurked - wrecked entablature, sad archivolt, slippery stones covered with excreta - this place, where love had once brooded, seemed part of a nightmare.
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|
love
nightmare
ruins
stones
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Malcolm Lowry |
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ed9c075
|
I don't want to be doomed to mediocrity in my feeling for Christ. I want to feel. I want to love. Take me, dear Lord, and set me in the direction I am to go
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|
christ
life-lessons
love
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Flannery O'Connor |
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442eb95
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He had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen, which made me think his kisses would taste like Pep O Mint Life Savers. Joe's kisses probably tasted like pot and Funyuns. And failure.
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funny
kiss
love
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Tracey Garvis Graves |
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c4e9116
|
I already thought on that first evening of our meeting how glorious it would be to spend one's whole life regarded by those beautiful, candid eyes, and how it would then be impossible ever to think or do ill.
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|
love
love-at-first-sight
love-quotes
|
Hermann Hesse |
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39da8a2
|
Nao ha porque te compares com os demais, e se a natureza te criou para morcego, nao deves aspirar ser avestruz. as vezes te consideras por demais esquisito e te reprovas por seguires caminhos diversos dos da maioria. Deixa-te disso. Contempla o fogo, as nuvens e quando surgirem pressagios e as vozes soarem em tua alma abandona-te a elas sem perguntares se isso convem.
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|
love
max-demian
reflection
sinclair
|
Hermann Hesse |
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cd69f95
|
For one scant day he had loved himself, felt himself to be unified and whole, not split into hostile parts; he had loved himself and the world and God in himself, and everywhere he went he had met nothing but love, approval, and joy.
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klein-and-wagner
love
|
Hermann Hesse |
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77136e3
|
At which Charion Pratt blushed girlishly, to her own furious embarrassment, yet the eye she cast upon the little coxcomb was not unlike that which a certain toad had once cast upon her: for there is never anything but apparent paradox in the choices made by lovers.
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love
making-eyes
paradox
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Michael Moorcock |
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b9547f5
|
When it was daylight, we'd been sitting on a stoop watching the street get light. She mentioned the light took eight minutes to leave the sun and reach us. You couldn't help but love that light traveling so far through the loneliest of spaces to get here, to come so far. It was like we were the only two people in the world.
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love
sun
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Marisha Pessl |
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5759825
|
"This is George, my beloved George. D'you think I want to go to my grave knowing that at the moment of his trial he looked around and saw no one lift a finger for him? If it is the death of me, I shall go to him." "Go then," he said. "Kiss our baby good-bye before you go, and Henry. I shall tell Catherine that you left your blessing for her. And kiss me farewell. For if you go into that courtroom you will never come out alive."
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love
sacrifice
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Philippa Gregory |
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18d98fe
|
One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else's body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not.
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love
relationships
sexuality
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
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ffb279f
|
"My love!" Kevin said. "You must rise. Get up! Get up so far into the future, we can meet and I can go to your bakery and eat the royal hell out of your croissants!"
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love
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T.J. Klune |
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68a8624
|
"Simply put, I got pulled through the wormhole of the Absolute, and in that rush I suddenly understood the workings of the universe completely. I left my body, I left the room, I left the planet, I stepped through time and I entered the void. I was inside the void, but I also was the void and I was looking at the void, all at the same time. The void was a place of limitless peace and wisdom, The void was conscious and intelligent. The void was God, which means that I was inside God. But not in a gross, physical way - not like I was Liz Gilbert stuck inside a chunk of God's thigh muscle. I just was part of God. In addition to being God. I was both a tiny piece of the universe and exactly the same size as the universe. ("All know that the drop merges into ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop," wrote the sage Kabir - and I can personally attest now that this is true.) It wasn't hallucinogenic, what I was feeling. It was the most basic of events. It was heaven, yes. It was the deepest love I'd ever experienced, beyond anything I could previously imagined, but it wasn't euphoric. It wasn't exciting. There wasn't enough ego or passion left in me to create euphoria and excitement. It was just obvious. Like when you've been looking at an optical illusion for a long time, straining your eyes to decode the trick, and suddenly your cognizance shifts and there - now you can clearly see it! - the two vases are actually two faces. And once you've seen through the optical illusion, you can never not see it again. "So this is God," I thought. "Congratulations to meet you." -"
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|
love
philosophy
spirituality
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
6772018
|
I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and still hold on to myself.
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love
relationships
|
Lisa Renee Jones |
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cc7a401
|
And who does not want their love authenticated?
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love
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
|
d21d58e
|
sometimes the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else - Richard
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love
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
06a4cc3
|
If he needed an answer about how much he'd changed, that provided it. He didn't want Fatima Hynes or any other nameless female with vacant eyes and an ample bosom. He didn't want anyone else, ever. He wanted Evelyn Marie Ruddick--and he'd be damned if he was going to let Neckcloth Alvington have her without a fight. And if there was one thing he knew how to do better than anyone else in London, it was how to fight dirty
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|
love
|
Suzanne Enoch |
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064a972
|
Eve still marveled on a daily basis at the speed with which her own life had changed. A year ago, she'd been lost and flailing, and now she was found. She wanted to call it a miracle, but it was simpler than that, and a lot more ordinary; she'd met a kind and decent man who loved her.
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|
life-changing-events
love
middle-age
relationships
|
Tom Perrotta |
|
907f30c
|
"This is what we are like. Collectively, as a species, this is our emotional landscape. I met an old lady once, almost one hundred years old, and she told me, "There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?" Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief and suffering."
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|
life
love
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
2f127ac
|
What you are Vivian is a type of person. To be more specific,you are a type of woman. A tediously common type of woman. Do you think I've not encountered your type before? Your sort will always be slinking around, playing your boring and vulgar little games, causing your boring and vulgar little problems. You are the type of woman, Vivian, because you will always be playing with toys that are not your own. A woman of your type often believes she is a person of significance because she can make trouble and spoil things for others. But she is neither important nor interesting
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|
elizabethgilbert
historical-fiction
inspirational
love
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
e0e496a
|
I ran down the hill. I went to your place, afraid, I don't know. I just didn't know. But you were gone. I came here, to Lucy. I thought maybe you'd be hiding inside or something. I waited. But you never showed, of course. I searched for you.For years. I didn't know if you were dead or alive. I saw your face on every street, in every bar.
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love
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Harlan Coben |
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21e1c1a
|
I look at the helpless bundle in the crib and she looks up at me and I wonder what I would not do to protect her. I would lay down my life in a second. And truth be told, if push came to shove, I would lay down yours too.
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|
kids
love
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Harlan Coben |
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43446bb
|
"Papa always said that in the beginning men and women roamed the world together, equal in strength - like lions and tigers -" "And giraffes?" interpolated Colonel Race slyly. I laughed. Everyone makes fun of that giraffe. "And giraffes. They were nomadic, you see. It wasn't till they settled down in communities, and women did one kind of thing and men another, that women got weak. And of course, underneath, one is still the same - one feels the same, I mean - and that is why women worship physical strength in men - it's what they once had and have lost." "Almost ancestor worship, in fact?" "Something of the kind." "And you really think that's true? That women worship strength, I mean?" "I think it's quite true - if one's honest. You think you admire moral qualities,but when you fall in love, you revert to the primitive where the physical is all that counts. But I don't think that's the end, if you lived in primitive conditions it would be all right, but you don't - and so, in the end, the other thing wins after all. It's the things that are apparently conquered that always do win, isn't it? They win in the only way that counts. Like what the Bible says about losing your life and finding it.". "In the end," said Colonel Race thoughtfully, "you fall in love - and you fall out of it, is that what you mean?" "Not exactly, but you can put it that way if you like."
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|
evolution
love
|
Agatha Christie |
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379f64a
|
"John dear!" said I in the gentlest voice, "the key is down by the front steps, under a plantain leaf!" That silenced him for a few moments. Then he said--very quietly indeed, "Open the door, my darling!" "I can't," said I. "The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf!" And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in."
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|
irony
love
marriage
|
Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
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6f71a2e
|
John says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell in the fall. But I don't want to go there at all. I had a friend who was in his hands once, and she says he is just like John and my brother, only more so! Besides, it is such an undertaking to go so far. I don't feel as if it was worth while to turn my hand over for anything, and I'm getting dreadfully fretful and querulous. I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time. Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I am alone.
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love
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
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a54979e
|
mii`yaanghnuengthiichan`yaakb`keth`aiw hlangcchaakaidyineruue`ngph`aemkhr`bkhrawaelakaartadsinaicchkh`ngeth`thanghmdaelw chan`yaakcchab`kkabeth`waakaaraih`phayepneruue`ngsamkhayna emuue`eth`aih`phayeth`kccharak
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|
love
|
Jon Krakauer |
|
9647e1f
|
When I tell you not to marry without love, I do not advise you to marry for love alone: there are many, many other things to be considered. Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them . . . .
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|
love
marriage
mistakes
|
Anne Brontë |
|
efea7e2
|
I wish they would all go away. Except the Fool. I wished he would join me. Somehow, I had always thought he would join me. Now, I could not recall why. Perhaps I had buried that in the stone.
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|
forgotten
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
c583fe2
|
I'll never miss a chance to remind you of what a brat you were. A gloriously beautiful and very spoiled brat. I was utterly charmed by your complete self-absorption. It was rather like courting a cat.
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|
brat
cat
chance
charm
court
courtship
glorious
joke
like
love
narcissim
narcissistic
narcissus
poke-fun
pursue
remind
reminiscence
self-absorption
spoled
tease
woo
wooing
|
Robin Hobb |
|
4abf762
|
His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. 'Beloved.' He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool.
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|
death
fitz
fool
love
sorrow
whole
|
Robin Hobb |
|
9ebcf5b
|
He gave a final shake of his coat. I go to the hunt!
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|
fitz
fool
hunt
love
nighteyes
the-hunt
together
|
Robin Hobb |
|
b1ef8cb
|
There were emotions she wanted to hold in the palm of her hand that were simply no longer there.
|
|
end-of-relationship
love
on-monday-of-last-week
|
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
|
7ed3b1d
|
"We didn't want to waste this second chance--
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|
love
|
Craig Thompson |
|
af42735
|
How much [vastly {immensely (unfathomably) tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which she will proudly describe {defend!} as clean {those beautiful messes (beautiful even today)} even as {in the next moment} she will astonish Anwar with her fearless interest in life {despite the harrowing blows life continues to deliver her (and so delivers to Anwar...)}].
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love
parenting
|
Mark Z. Danielewski |
|
fa800f9
|
"You still think love can save us. It's more killing than hate. Hate is so clean, so simple. Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting back. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love... they never stop." ~ (Frank)"
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|
hit
killing
love
|
Colleen McCullough |
|
301eb28
|
There is only one thing worse than losing the one you love, and that is losing them without knowing why. If you are a dog, then your master is like a god to you, and the pain of losing him is greater still.
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|
loss
love
|
Louis de Bernières |
|
f4d3e7c
|
"The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, "That is your friend," and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught him tenderness. He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because "this is my friend."
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|
dreams
lgbt
love
|
E.M. Forster |
|
1764b06
|
How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself--hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth--their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.
|
|
conflict
e-m-forster
expectations-vs-reality
howards-end
love
the-world
truth
|
E.M. Forster |
|
6ed78c9
|
Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
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|
broken-hearted
confess
delusion
denial
happy
heal
healing
honesty
hope
life
love
pathetic
recover
rigourous-honesty
scars
self-hate
tragic
treatment
wound
|
Dennis Lehane |
|
bb2d62d
|
Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.
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|
countryside
death
e-m-forster
howards-end
life
love
parting
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E.M. Forster |
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Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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"Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup." She looked at Humperdinck. "Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?" "It does seem a bit forward," the Prince admitted."
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love
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William Goldman |
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"But I had never caused my parents "a minute's worry." Didn't they know that worry proves you care? Didn't they realize that I needed their worry to assure myself that I was worth something?"
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love
parents
worry
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Katherine Paterson |
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"More often than not, a woman marries for money and a man marries for sex. What difference does a sheet of paper with signatures make?" "If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand the answer," she said simply."
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love
marriage
sex
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Diana Palmer |
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I would know you from the heart of the sun. I would know you even if I were mad. I will know you always, whatever form I wear. I swear it.
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gay-romance
love
romance
shapeshifter
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Elizabeth A. Lynn |